For my son…
All in Odes
An Image of God
At twenty three weeks,
Our baby begins to breathe…
An Ode to unseasonal warmth
Tonight the trees will fall…
An Ode to shoes
The line between man and nature…
An Ode to golden light
The light is golden at day’s end…
An Ode to the wind
The weather is unsettled…
An Ode to Advent
Alone upon the iron ground…
An Ode to an unexpected nuthatch
I scurry out, my chin tucked in…
An Ode to just sitting
Novelty is tempting me…
An Ode to a chickadee
Walking from car to office…
An Ode to a candle
A candle loves to change a room…
An Ode to the market report
NPR at 5:08…
An Ode to jeans
Poets love Romantic stuff…
An Ode to a snowflake
So begins the unrelenting snow…
An Ode to being home
The shower is wonky…
An Ode to road trips
A road trip is an initiation…
An Ode to a bonsai tree
I’m thankful for my bonsai tree…
An Ode to watching snow from inside
The world struck white…
An Ode to baking bread
Baking bread remakes us true…
An Ode to blankets
I want to face the bitter cold…